Perhaps people think it strange to visit cemeteries. I find it a great way to get a feel
for a town and its' past. As you walk among the sites you can see when there were waves is illness, or perhaps in
the cast of mining towns accidents. Most cemeteries were for the 'good' folk, but there were exceptions made.
For me it is a starting point for trying to understand why the exceptions, what made the difference?
I am including
a photo and poem inspired by the photo from my recent trip to Silver Cliff. Some of you may remember the short story
about Elsie and Ruth that took place in that historic Colorado town. They want me to tell more of who they are and their
At birth I roared my challenge to the world
At child hood I shouted my intentions to everyone.
In adulthood I spoke of my dreams and desires
In death I whisper my story.
I hope someone hears, to keep all I am alive.
By Doris McCraw
writing as Angela Raines